[Tomorrow. Surely he'll feel less wrung-out tomorrow. Then they can make plans, gather information, and see about finding the kids. Kurogane's right--Syaoran and Mokona will be fine. Hopefully they're together, wherever they are, and it's got to be close because he and Kurogane are still talking like regular people instead of having to revert back to charades the way they've done before. Hell, maybe they're even in the same hotel. Fai feels like that's something Kurogane probably thought to ask about at the front desk, but he honestly can't remember. Tomorrow he'll ask, just to make sure.
He doesn't resist when Kurogane steers him to the bed, though he doesn't immediately collapse onto the pillow either. He sits there on the edge while Kurogane settles himself against the headboard, then very carefully picks the clothes Kurogane bought him off of the bedspread and folds them into a neat little pile.]
No wrinkling my nice new clothes, Kurgie.
[There's a little bit of a smile as he tucks the clothes into the drawer of the bedside table, then burrows under the blankets on his own side of the bed. Fai immediately stuffs his face into the pillow, lying on his stomach. He can't even guess if he'll be too worn out for nightmares tonight, or if they'll be worse than usual, but hiding his face in his pillow to mask them has become something of a habit.]
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He doesn't resist when Kurogane steers him to the bed, though he doesn't immediately collapse onto the pillow either. He sits there on the edge while Kurogane settles himself against the headboard, then very carefully picks the clothes Kurogane bought him off of the bedspread and folds them into a neat little pile.]
No wrinkling my nice new clothes, Kurgie.
[There's a little bit of a smile as he tucks the clothes into the drawer of the bedside table, then burrows under the blankets on his own side of the bed. Fai immediately stuffs his face into the pillow, lying on his stomach. He can't even guess if he'll be too worn out for nightmares tonight, or if they'll be worse than usual, but hiding his face in his pillow to mask them has become something of a habit.]